Originally Posted by Remordere

The osmosis of my orange hexagon mind seems to function well with under invested squid meat. Formatting the lives of giant midget gives me rooster teeth.

We are all yellow guitar strings which we will now masticate with our pancreas.

We chant! Streamline barrels of sunlight credit cards. We fear no cupcake overload of burnt chicken which smells like TVs of gargolyes.

Hark! For the beast of the drowning greeter of inner depths of my tangent cantaloupe in tune with the brown muffin of a lofty speaker